So, I changed my mind.
I just didn’t feel motivated about the former version of my youngest’s birthday quilt. And I just kept thinking about . . .
Dots. Spots. Circles. Everywhere. So I dug deep into my scrap bin, and out came . . .
This. And I feel so much better. Each circle, except for one very special one, is from a project I’ve worked on since I became pregnant with Mira. There are scraps of the children’s Easter outfits, scraps from an outfit I made to bring Mira home in, scraps from the booties I made for her when I was six months pregnant and just couldn’t sit still. Every piece has a story and a memory. That one special circle? It’s leftovers from the crib set I made for my first child, Mira’s doting big sister, days before she was born a little over five years ago.
Time flies, doesn’t it? And children grow up so fast. Now I just need to get this quilt sandwiched, quilted, and bound before my almost-one-year-old gets too much older. Any ideas for a quilting motif and binding color? I went to Joann’s last night but I’m still stuck. I’m headed to an actual quilt store today to see if they’ve got anything that’s . . . well . . . perfect. We shall see.